VALENTINE
I couldn’t reach her.
Aldric’s threats still rang in my ears from the last call. The way his voice had climbed higher with each word, the way he had spat venom through the phone like it could poison me through the speaker alone. He was an unhinged man. But now, he seemed even more unhinged. And when Aldric lost control, it was a given that people died.
But Madeline wasn’t answering.
My hand tightened around the phone. I had called three times already. Four. The number didn’t matter. Each time it rang and rang until her voicemail kicked in. That same recorded message in her voice, calm and polite, telling me to leave my name and number. Like everything was normal. Like she wasn’t radio silent in the middle of a nightmare that threatened to swallow our entire family whole.
I was grateful my wife wasn’t here to see this.
She had left yesterday after our fight. The argument had been bitter and sharp, the kind that left wounds that would take time to heal. After our fight, she had still wanted to know everything. Every secret. But that would mean revealing all of my sins. Every move I made. Every deal I struck with Aldric. So I had refused her. I had to. Some things were too dangerous to speak aloud, even to the person I loved most in this world.
So she had packed a bag and gone to her family’s estate. To punish me. To make me feel the weight of keeping her in the dark.
I had been angry then. Frustrated. But now I was relieved.
Because if she were here now, if she could see the panic crawling up my spine and threatening to choke me, I wouldn’t be able to hide it. I wouldn’t be able to keep calm. And she would know. She would know something had gone catastrophically wrong.
I pressed redial again.
But these was still nothing.
"Fuck." The word came out quiet. Too quiet. I cleared my throat and then called out louder. "Wilhelm!"
Footsteps sounded in the hallway. Quick and purposeful. My son appeared in the doorway seconds later, his expression already tight with concern. The burns that had covered half his body not too long ago were gone now and healed completely. The skin was smooth and unblemished, like white fire had never touched him at all.
"What’s wrong?" he asked.
"I can’t get a hold of your sister."
Wilhelm’s eyes narrowed. He pulled his own phone from his pocket and dialed without a word. I watched him wait. Watched the seconds tick by. Watched his jaw tighten when the call went unanswered.
He lowered the phone. "That’s fucking weird."
"Yeah."
"She always picks up for me." Wilhelm looked at his screen like it had betrayed him. "Always."
"Something’s wrong with her," I said. The words tasted like ash. "Something has to be wrong."
That was when my phone buzzed in my hand.
I looked down. It was a new message and it was from Madeline.
It was just one word too.
’Help.’
The world tilted.
"Fuck no." I barely recognized my own voice. It sounded hollow. Distant. Like someone else was speaking through me.
Wilhelm crossed the room in two strides and grabbed the phone from my hand. His eyes scanned the message I and then a second time. Only after did he look up at me. Then and there, I saw the fear in them. Real fear. The kind I hadn’t seen in him since he was a child.
"Sister’s in danger," he said.
"How?" My mind was racing, scrambling for answers that wouldn’t come. "She’s supposed to be safe in Skollrend. With Cian. She’s supposed to be protected there."
"I have to find her." Wilhelm was already moving, already closing his eyes. I recognized the signs. He was reaching for his unique gift. The ability to connect with lower life forms. To see through their eyes. To feel what they felt.
I reached out and tapped his shoulder. "Isn’t distance a risk with that gift of yours?"
He opened one eye and looked at me. "I’ve been practicing. It’s not my first rodeo."
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